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riding the waves of heroin and speed–feeding my needs but making me bleed…i pray for the future that has been prophecied–i pray for a world of love, justice, and peace…my eyes and my mind are opened so wide–i can’t keep my visions locked up deep inside…i share what i see with energy and with pride–i …

intense self medication fuels tantric sensations–brewing carnal libations to spark uninhibited exaltation…we must worship the body and the mind in order to be whole and primed…advancing our rising sexual liberation could force the patriarchal edifice far behind…deep in my heart i want you to feel my long snake moan…pretty boy pixie makes me smile when …

we resist in the shadow of a viciously kleptocratic and satanic cabal—a regime based on the most toxic ruling ideology holding so many white minds in thrall…we unleash our revolutionary prayers that this unholy babylon will fall—we build a revolutionary praxis that values transcendent relationships above all…tens of millions yearn for a blue wave in …

nothing in my life as an organizer has changed as dramatically as deeply internalizing the centrality of extending practical solidarity to trans women of color—nothing in the self-proclaimed equality movement needs to be rejected as emphatically as the tokenizing and exploitive ploys of gay inc towards the most marginalized sectors of our community…the refrain that …

we are virtual lovers fused by cyber-wired connections—we are mirrors of one another: we are psychotropic reflections…the pornographic revolution has reimagined the morphology of sexuality—connecting our senses to possibility and omnipresent carnal fantasy…i breathe the vapors deeply and feel the pulse of the flow of time—i imagine that you nurse my cock just before you …

we are the ones we’ve been waiting for—we are a people becoming an army knocking on destiny’s door…we aspire to become living gods or at least to become more—we throw down to the house beat driving our armored boots into the floor…cosmology and astrology conjure reborn numerology—like a symphony and like divine infantry we rewrite …

a force lifts me up, healing from so much pain—a light pierces clouds as the sun follows rain…we allow erotic energy to flow and percolate—creating sacred space for new ideas to arise and germinate…we must conjure superpowers to fuel our resistance–we must unearth cosmic truth from the worlds of science fiction…civil war and imperial power …

hypnotic, erotic, and intensely and viscerally exotic—we weave our way through this matrix evolving towards the supersonic…deeply inspired by potent and ancient pagan poetry—we meditate to rebalance and hone jedi powers when we breathe…we invent our own religion forged of the spiritual and the carnal—we fuck when desire inspires and we transform sex into a …

apologies… for this is a frantically written poem–struggling to come to grips with a cataclysmic situation…eager to fuel the white nationalist vitriol of his base, our would-be-dictator is deploying the national guard to persecute migrants fleeing poverty and desperation and seeking some faint hope of a better life…the stakes in this battle are high—it is …

arming our tribe with an arsenal of pride—we craft magic spells and stimulate our manic minds…recreating a genesis of nascent crypto-crime—realigning the matrix that is recreated deep inside…ruled by a narcissistic sociopath charting a path to social death—we resist the intrusion of pathology into our creative heads…we build community as we organize: fighting so stigma …

like angels, we seek signs of evolving life at the end of the dank, dark, and isolating depressive tunnel like aztec warriors, monster queer muslim and sephardic cylon buddhas resist the proto-fascist cop-enforced kettle we seek solidarity and transcendent love: our sharpest tools in the quest to conquer our past and present trauma and pain …

hospitalized for the umpteenth time–i medicate my mind while i relax and unwind…confined in these walls–in the georgetown psych ward…visited by karmic angels i have loved and adored…fire is a force: a living act of entropy–fueled by wax and oxygen–or by proto-manic gasoline…within these walls so much healing takes place…psychic visions cohere–psychic trauma is erased…emotional …

i want to see your arousal in each nipple branding your chest—i want to feed on your passion and get high on your breath…a mindfuck is looming, unfolding on my disheveled bed—i will worship your body and will ravenously await what comes next…i want to feel your cock harden in the womb of my mouth—i …

carnal heat and tindered flame fill the air and call my name…agents of karma take the stage–anarchists evolving prefigurative ways…love and rage fuse in a digital array–a double helix carrying our mutant dna…crafting a path towards this system’s doomsday–finding a path out of this sociopathic ideological maze…recruiting fresh lovers week by week–rejecting bourgeois order and …

beautiful and rock solid of heart body and soul—your presence so magnetic making my manic brain feel more whole…your jagged edge is a metaphysical fractal inspiring me to live and to dream–a jagged edge to guide our evolving self-medication–a jagged edge looming over the depths of the deep blue sea…you live to test your limits …

wax melds with gasoline—my powers grow as i clear out the mental debris… wicks made from lint and steel threads—channel electricity and awaken the dead…fire can heal but it can also destroy—we craft our life cult with love and with joy…in the flames i see such potent visions—fractal fantasies and cosmic missions…we share this practice …